The state chronicle. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1883-1893, 1887-05-26


inginerally gifts fetched with love one time
or nuther."
"Well, l s'pose I'll have to feed you,
said he to the flea bitten, surveying him
from head to hook.
No true negro feels any doubt whatever
as to his words being perfectly intelligible
to horse, mule, COW, or dog.
''Ef ever l see poor-folks horse, you
is one. Git up! git up! don't you hea1
me! You needn't be a-standin' here
a-thinkin' Dick gwine to ride you to de
stable. Aha! you hear dat word stable,
did you? Bound for you. You been d'yar
befo' and you know d'yars corn in dat ar
dat d'yar is provisions a-layin' around here,
and dey amt horses neither, nor yet muils.
Git up, l tell you! Amt you got no more
sense, old as you is, dan to be a-snatchin
at dry grass like that2 But Lor', Dick
don't blame you! No, honey, Dick amt
got word agin you. Who is you, any
way, ak you data Is you blood9 Is you
quality? OATS what's de matter, if you
believe me-"
1t IS discourteous, Oh, Grass mortal for
one man to interrupt another: but where
a party of girls are met together, it will be
found that the words of each, though many
are no impediment, but stimulus, rather,
to those of the rest.
Like swallows at eyentide, circlng
around some village chimney, the more of
them in the air at once, the more merrily
do they fit.
And it will be found, too, that no mat
ter how many have been talking at once,
each will have heard what all have said.
''Put this down in your book, Mary
this.-as a maxim on love: Whenever a
man forgets the way to his mouth his
hearts in DANGER
After all, what is the use of all this mi
croscoplc anatomy in tracking the pro-
gress of heart affairs2 1t seems to me that
falling in love is as elementary a process
as sitting down on an ice pond. The rub
but tell us that!
A breathleSs stiffness reigned through
out the room, while the Don stood there
with pale face, his dark eyes lin a fine
frenzy rolling, stood there, one might
say, in trance, forgetful of his audience,
forgetful of self, unconscious of all else
save the violin clasped between chin and
breast. Down came the fingers Of the
left hand; with them the bow descended
this time upon all four strings; and four
notes leaped forth, crisp, clear, and spark
ling, brilliant as shooting Then
chord after chord; and, in mad succession
arpegglos, staccatos, plzzicatos, chro-
matte scales, octaves, fierce, dizzy leaps
from nut to bridge, cries of joy, mutter-
ing. of rage moans of despair. all were
there,-a very pandemonium of sound.
nt,0S
an improvisation. even; for neither
was key sustained nor time observed
1t resembled, more than anything else |
can compare it to, the mad carolling of
a mocking bird as he flaps and sails from
the topmost branch of a young tulip pop
lar to another hard by, pouring forth in
scornful profusiOn his eXhaustless and un-
approachable tide of song, little recking
what comes first and what neXt.-whether
the clear whistle of the partridge, the
shrill piping of the woodpecker, or the
gentle plaint of the turtle-dove.
Ana the mad dangling Of the bow vent on,
amid a silence that was absolute but 1t
was silence like that of keg of gun
powder, where spark suffices to release
the imprisoned forces.
Now, although romantic temperament
has its cOmpensatiOns, s,-cOmpensat!Ons so
varied and so valuable that, on the whole,
it must be regarded us q blessing, yet its
dangers arc as obvious. For of what avail
is an Ideal without its Counterpart Now,
it is in searching for and finding this Coun-
terpart that lies the danger to Il girl of
imaginative turn,-the danger. IN PLAIN
English, of falling in love without a just
and reasonable regard for loaves and fishes
Of this prosac world